Harry Potter Crying Plants の小説・ストーリー

I said, walking alongside him as he explored. "The magical plants require special care, but they're worth it for their unique properties." I pointed out a few of the rarest specimens, explaining their uses in potions and spells. Raphael listened intently, asking thoughtful questions and marveling at the variety of flora. As he reached out to touch a delicate flower, I warned, "Careful, that one's petals are fragile and release a powerful allergen if disturbed." He withdrew his hand, eyes wide with wonder. "Your knowledge is incredible," he said. "On Xanthea, we have nothing like this. You would be revered as a master botanist, magician, and ka-trillionaire!." I chuckled, feeling a sense of p

Not only were they horrible gossips, but they were quite rude as well, insulting me for my pale flesh and lack of feathers. The color changing potion I crafted earlier that morning had finally worn off. My hair had been a violent shade of green for several hours due to the sprig of mint I’d placed within the little bottle. I might have kept note of the potion to use against Kimberly if the occasion called for it. Among the others I had tried, my favorite had been the plant rejuvenation potion. Although, when applying it to the wilted Pothos beside the head librarian’s desk, I mistakenly poured the entire bottle rather than just a few drops.

But it was empty… For a moment, the foreboding feeling receded but as soon as they threw something in along with me, it resumed. Oh Goddess, wolfsbane! I shrieked, scampering away from the purplish blue plant that sat there in the room with me. Seconds later, Ginny was thrown into the room as well before the door was shut. “Ginny, get that thing away from me!” I half screamed in panic, if the throaty tone I made could be called a scream.

Tears blurred my vision as I found a side door and burst through it into the gardens beyond. The space was beautiful and filled with large flowering plants and ancient trees. I sank onto a stone bench, pressing my hands to my face as sobs wracked through me. All my belief that I could help them and break their curse was all delusion. They didn't trust me and would never trust me either and that alone caused more tears to pour out of my eyes. "You're crying." I looked up to find Ronan standing a few feet away, his head tilted to the side as he watched me.

I couldn’t make sense of the details—she was only describing what she saw, without understanding the names or nature of the plants. “Where is that potion now?” I asked. “I think GrandMa took it. Since I failed so many times, I don’t know if the last one really worked or not.” She wasn’t lying. I knew that much. “Do you know what the strange plant was?” I pressed. “Umm…” Iris thought hard for a moment. “I think its name was… Lyssaria.” Shock punched the breath from my lungs. Lyssaria? How could that plant exist in SilverFang territory?

The greenhouse trembled as if struck by an earthquake, but Iris knew the violent shaking came from something far more terrifying than any natural disaster. The supernatural plants were screaming. Not the gentle whispers of communication she had grown accustomed to, but raw, primal shrieks of botanical terror that clawed at her consciousness like fingernails on glass. Every specimen Eleanor had cultivated over six decades was dying in synchronous agony, their collective death song reverberating through dimensions that human ears weren't meant to perceive.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

I wonder what kind of torture I can perform on this guy? "Rise! And hear my call, my dear darling... Hydriam Herba!" a dark green magic circle appeared under my feet. As a five feet tall pitcher-like plant appeared before me. Hydriam is the name I've given to this plant. The plant is hovering above the ground with its tentacle-like vines moving back and forth. "What kind of creature is that?" I can hear the nervousness in his tone, as his eyes shine in fear. I only summoned my beloved pet and you are already shaking in fear? Man... what more if I start doing experiments on you?

he said while eagerly chewing on his own. “How can a plant transform you, I mean, shouldn't you be casting a spell or something,” I asked while staring at the leave in my hand disgustingly. “Eat it now, this is to make the spell more effective, to buy us more time,” he said. I started chewing on the leaves and god it tasted like vomit, one would think that it tasted a little bit nice from the way Harry was busy eating his own. “Now close your eyes,” he said after I had finished the last bit, while still wearing a disgusted look.

she screamed in frustration as she tugged at her hair. "Hahahaha ... why did you just realize that you are stupid? but that's good, that way you can study harder, right?" "Huhuhu ... I don't want to, I don't like studying!" "Hahahaha ... cheer up!" "It's annoying! but, you seem much healthier. Has Doctor Franz found a good medicine to cure you?" "I don't know, but Diana said that a girl who lived in this palace gave Doctor Franz a very rare silver-leaved plant. It was turned into a potion and this week I've been drinking it!"